At the Limit

I walk the wavering limit of sand and sea, the Pacific’s grey serrated edge.The wind, flavored with salt and sun-driedkelp, pushes me, smudging my glasses with briny thumbs. A foam-white gull hunkers down against the wind. It glares at me with a yellow eye, wary but unwilling to move as long as I keep my […]
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Published on October 05, 2016 13:41
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